To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts Ђ' when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break Ђ' at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent Ђ' I am ever tender and true. (Mr Rochester to Jane)